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[in a cabin in the mountains, Jim wakes up and bangs his head on the table he was sleeping under]
Alex Rieger: Jim, are you alright?
"Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: Yeah...uh ... who are you?
Alex Rieger: I'm Alex. We're friends, we work together.
"Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: What? are we, lumberjacks?
Alex Rieger: No, we're cabdrivers.
"Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: I bet we don't do much business up here!

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Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Tonight I spent an evening with old friends, from the days when our group was a danger to civilized society. Well, a danger toourselves mainly, but society did register a few complaints. Wemet at my friend Ed's childhood home, which looked just as I rememberedit. Not one of us had aged a day, or so we said. Course by the endof the evening I had heard at least two conversations concerninghair growing out of ears.

We talked about the old days, and our old cars, and the ditchesour old cars ended up in. I got misty eyed talking about la Bomba,my old Ford Torino. (Starsky and Hutch's car, only in need of paint) It was a heap when I bought it, and still a heap whenI sold it to Ed, and a heap when it ended up in a west virginiaditch. But it always *looked* bad; you had to careful when you drovela Bomba because it would draw police from miles around.

And a first.... tonight I sat for the first time on a couch thatEd's mom had put a plastic cover on thirty years ago. She's in a retirement home now so two days ago the covers came off. And you know what? Those plastic covers really do work; the couch lookedbrand new. Course, for a generation nobody dared sit on that couchso it's hard to argue that it's life has been extended. It's sort ofbeen in hibernation. A couch deferred.